It was glorious...
...for the most part!
I'd been meaning to draw the other odd bone I'd found near the lake...I see so many fae faces in it, depending on how I look at it. Isn't that often the case? I see how artists like Brian Froud might find inspiration here, I certainly do.
|I'd forgotten how much I like sketching with my vintage Sheaffer pen...responsive lines are such a pleasure.|
|Alas, I seem to have lost the knack of making a flower chain...this is much stemmier than I remember! Tighter knots perhaps? Closer to the end?|
|I knew how, once upon a childhood morning...|
|Small, slow lives play out beside our own...he was very beautiful and a bit shy. retracting those stalk-like eyes if I startled him. Perhaps he imagined I couldn't see him if he couldn't see me...so I tried hard not to startle him!|
|Tiny forests of moss colonize the rocks and make their living beneath our feet. Reading Robin Wall Kimmerer's Gathering Moss recently, I was amazed again at the complexity of these miniature landscapes, and long for my magnifying glass.|
|An entirely different kind of moss...this one with a wee spotted beetle I didn't even see at first, till I enlarged the photo...|
|Tryst Falls was noisy with the raw power of recent flood...but that's the kind of noise that is more energizing than exhausting.|